NCIS Los Angeles s04e15 Episode Script
History
The Chumash Indians told tales of large, hairy creatures who roam these woods.
We're in the Angeles National Forest, and tonight, we'll try to find one.
I'm Brad Ross, and you're watching Bigfoot Hunters.
Cut.
What was wrong with that one? Give me more.
Less is more.
In cheesy paranormal shows, less is less.
You are not David Attenborough.
I have a degree in biology.
And I used to work on Survivor.
So I guess we're both slumming it.
All right, just do the damn intro again.
Let's get on with it.
I'm freezing my butt off.
The Chumash Indians told tales of large, hairy creatures that roamed What was that? Shh.
Let's find out.
Come on.
Uh, uh, wait.
Hey, over there.
Holy Al-Qaeda has a base on the moon now? My daughter's school is doing a living history book.
All the parents are dressing up as historical figures and talking about their accomplishments.
And you're going as Neil Armstrong.
Nah, Guy Bluford.
First black astronaut in space.
Sorry.
The only black astronaut I know is Lando Calrissian.
This job keeps me too busy to do all the things I'd like with my daughter, so I'm gonna go all out and make her feel special.
Nice.
I want her to think I'm the coolest dad there.
I called in a favor and got a real space suit.
That's a real space suit? Mike Collins wore it.
Mike Who's Mike Collins? First lunar mission.
He's the guy who stayed up in the command module while Armstrong and Aldrin walked on the moon.
You really know your astronauts.
You got to respect a man who takes one for the team like that.
Went 250,000 miles just to wait in the car.
Can I try it on? No, no, no, no, no, I don't want your greasy mop contaminating my nice, clean space helmet.
You're obviously jealous of my beautiful, flowing locks.
Hey, will you sign this? Yeah, of course.
Who's it for? Morgan, he's retiring.
Morgan? Which-which one's Morgan? Um, I don't actually know.
Just sign it and pass it around.
Morgan, you will be missed.
Seems a little disingenuous.
I cannot wait to retire.
You know, you actually got to do some work before you can retire from something, Deeks.
Just gonna sit on that beach with my dog, Monty Junior, Junior.
You know, just checking out the lady birds in their bikinis.
See, you're only young once, but you can be immature forever.
Preach it, sister.
What about you? After my second term as president Your second term? No way she's a one-termer.
No way.
Two terms.
After my second term as president, I am going to retire and run my non-profit.
Oh, yeah? What's your cause? Getting creeps off our nation's beaches.
See, somebody's got to protect those girls in bikinis from leering octogenarians such as Deeks.
I'll see you there.
Sam, what about you? I'm just gonna take it easy, watch my grandkids play football.
What if your grandkids are girls? Under the Blye administration, girls are gonna play football.
They could Don't make a wide receiver joke.
Furthest thing from my mind.
What about you, G? I would never make a wide receiver joke.
Thank you.
Tight end, maybe.
No, retirement plans.
What about your private island? Uh, yeah, I don't think my 401k is gonna pay for a private island.
It's from Morgan's retirement party, and we've got a case.
Is that a real space suit? Yep.
Awesome.
See, children think it's cool.
Told you.
This is footage from a television show called Bigfoot Hunters.
They were filming in the Angeles National Forest last night.
Bigfoot, seriously? He prefers Sasquatch 'cause, uh, Bigfoot's offensive, Don't mock, Mr.
Deeks.
During my second summit up Everest, I was hopelessly lost in a blizzard when I came face-to-face with something that only could have been the legendary yeti.
What happened next? What happened next, Miss Blye, is a story for another day.
Today we're focused on the case at hand.
That is not Bigfoot.
Dean Albertson, he'd been wanted for acts of domestic terrorism since the early '70s.
Albertson was a founding member or the terrorist group called "The GBP.
" GBP? Gun Barrel Party.
Named after something Mao Tse-tung said.
"Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.
" Right on, Mr.
Callen.
The GBP was wanted for a string of bombings which took place up and down the west coast at police stations, courthouses, and military bases.
Several of the members did time on the FBI's Most Wanted list, including Albertson.
His fingerprints were found at the scene of a 1973 explosion at Naval Base San Diego.
Killed three sailors.
Albertson hadn't been heard from since.
Any reason to think his death is connected to his former activities? Well, we found this.
It's a manifesto claiming that the Gun Barrel Party plans to, quote, "reemerge from the shadows to attack institutions "of American injustice and fire the first shots in a revolution that will bring about our own Arab Spring.
" So, if the GBP is coming back, it's a Matter of national security.
It certainly is, Mr.
Hanna.
It certainly is.
The manifesto was posted from a coffee shop in the Valley, so it could've been anyone on their Wi-Fi.
If the Gun Barrel Party is thinking about making a comeback, it's not gonna be easy to put the band back together.
So there were eight members of their group.
Albertson died last night.
Flatt went down in a shootout with police 20 years ago.
Franklin, he died of cancer in the '90s.
And these four all died when bombs they were making exploded at a cabin in Oregon.
Okay, so this guy's the only one left.
So he's our number one suspect.
Not quite.
Jim Mullins is serving life at Oakville for killing two people during a bank robbery in 1979.
Well, we got to start somewhere.
All right, Sam and I will go visit Mullins, see what he knows.
Kensi, Deeks, why don't you check out the crime scene? See if LAPD missed anything.
All right, I'll get my hiking boots.
Um, see, no.
See, this is this is not cool.
What's the problem, Deeks? Crime scene's out in the middle of the woods.
You know how I feel about the woods.
You want to go to a prison? Uh, actually, yeah.
Okay, I'll play you rock, paper, scissors for it.
Seriously? Why not? All right, ready? Boom! Kensi, put on your prison shoes, 'cause we're going to prison.
Why are you celebrating? Paper beats rock.
Paper beats rock? Rock tears paper.
Since when? Since always.
That's not how we played it.
Well, you were raised out here.
I play East Coast rules.
East Coast rules? Yeah, step your game up.
Don't be a sore loser, Deeks.
All right, have fun at prison.
East Coast rules, really? Don't worry, it's all part of my plan.
What plan? Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance.
This was you pretending inferiority? That's classic Sun Tzu.
Since when do you read Sun Tzu? Since Hetty gave me The Art of War for Christmas.
Hetty also gave me an ancient textbook for Christmas.
She did? What'd she give you? I'm not gonna tell you.
She gave you Kama Sutra, didn't she? Come on, was it Kama Sutra? Are you serious? Please tell me it's Kama Sutra.
Maybe we should start a book club, just you and I.
Okay, so Albertson fell here.
What was he doing? Hiking? Nothing good happens this deep in the woods.
Out here, it's nothing but banjo-playing rednecks and mass murderers in hockey masks.
Well, according to the coroner's report that Eric sent, the cause of death was a heart attack.
So the knife didn't kill him? Maybe he heard banjo music and died of fright.
No, the knife did do it, it just took a while.
It turns out the blade missed all the important stuff and nicked the pericardium.
Pericardium-- look at you.
Triple word score.
The blood filled the sack around the heart.
Eventually pressure caused cardiac arrest.
Ouch.
Yeah, that would explain why there's no blood on the ground and no splatter leading in.
So this guy could have been walking for miles, just looking for help.
What do you got there, Pocahontas? Albertson came from there.
Came from what? Where? Where are you going? I am backtracking.
Finding out where he came from.
How can you even see his trail? I am at one with nature.
Yeah, no, I'm one with nature.
Oh! Oh, my God.
Oh, come on! People who are at one with nature do not step in number two.
That is so gross, and this is so huge.
Maybe there is Bigfoot out here, 'cause I think I just stepped in his poo.
No, it is not a Bigfoot.
That belongs to a black bear.
Wow, you really know your poo.
Wait, are there really bears out here? And mountain lions.
See, this is why I don't leave the city.
Kens? Kensi! All right.
Open 3.
Sit down.
Well, it's been a while since I had a couple pigs visit me.
Clearly, since no one's used the word "pig" since 1978.
Old friend of yours, Dean Albertson, turned up last night with a knife sticking out of his chest.
Well, I'm pretty sure I got a good alibi.
Me, too.
But an online manifesto claims your former terrorist organization's making a comeback.
Maybe as a charter member, they'll give me a break on the dues.
You have anything to do with it? What little computer time I do get here is pretty closely monitored.
You check with Big Brother.
You have any idea where Dean Albertson's been all these years? Who might want to kill him? You don't seem too broken up about it.
How many lives have you taken? What? You're a soldier.
I can smell it on you.
How many lives have you taken? I prefer to think about the lives I've saved.
Me, too.
You murdered two security guards.
Casualties of war.
War? It was a bank robbery.
No, an expropriation.
I was stealing money from the enemy government.
Keep telling yourself that.
Look, somebody stabs and old buddy of yours, and they may be using the Gun Barrel Party's name for their own purposes.
I'd think you'd want to be a part of this investigation.
Albertson stopped being a buddy of mine the day he deserted the cause.
As far as the GBP's resurrection goes, I got a feeling it's in pretty good hands.
So if you have more questions, ask my lawyer.
We're through here.
Open it up.
He knows something.
Guy's got life without parole.
We don't have any leverage on him.
Somebody reached out to him.
Such a pleasant guy, I can't imagine why they wouldn't have.
Eric.
G.
Get me a list of Mullins' recent visitors.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Thanks.
Albertson was seriously out here.
There isn't anything for miles.
Yeah, this place could really use a sushi bar or a mini mall, like a movie theater.
Or a cabin.
I was thinking more of a sushi bar, you know what I mean? A little slice of salmon, but whatever tickles your pickle.
No, dummy.
Cabin.
Right.
Now I see it.
Wait.
"Tickles your pickle"? I wast trying it out.
What do you think? I think it's inappropriate.
I think it's strong to moderately strong.
So, what does Sun Tzu say about breaking in doors? He says, "Left side, safe.
"Right side, safe.
Middle, squished like a grape.
" I'm pretty sure that's not Sun Tzu.
That's Karate Kid.
It's still damn good advice.
Ready? One, two, three.
Federal agents! This is nicer than your apartment.
Cleaner, too.
What?! "What?" You have a point.
I happen to like my stuff.
That's what the hoarders say.
I'll tell you one thing, Albertson was definitely living here.
And I don't think he was alone.
Could have been a cross-dresser.
What? Never judge a man till you walk a mile in his pumps.
Oh, I don't think so.
Hey! Federal agent! Federal agent! Stop! Get down! Uh, good, good, you got her.
Hold still! I'm coming.
I just ah Give me your hands.
How you feeling, buddy? That is a stupid question.
Looks like she tickled your pickle.
That's, uh, that's clever.
Yeah? How you doing? What are you looking at? No! Young girl.
He was pronounced dead at the scene.
I'm sorry.
I just need a minute.
Of course.
Take your time.
Leah Dewhurst, 52 years old, no permanent address.
She was arrested on shoplifting and drug charges a few times, but nothing violent.
Anything in there about her being a former Rockette or a placekicker for the Giants? That's right.
Laugh it up.
Mock my trauma.
You heard it.
She was Albertson's girlfriend, and she had no idea that he had died until I told her.
You believe her? Yeah, I do.
Here you go.
I shouldn't have left him.
Where did you go? Into town for supplies.
He wasn't feeling good, so I went alone.
It's a long trip.
And I spent the night at the shelter.
Which one? The Santa Clarita Women's Center.
Nell, did you get that? Checking.
Who would have wanted Albertson dead? Leah, we know his past.
Then you tell me.
He wouldn't talk about it.
The Dean Albertson I knew was a sweet man.
Whatever he did back then was all behind him.
Yep, her story checks out.
She was at the shelter during the time the coroner says Albertson was killed.
So, we're back to square one.
Maybe not.
I talked to Oakville Prison.
Mullins had two visitors recently.
One was his sister, who lives in Ohio.
The other was a Glen Forest University history professor, Dr.
Roy Hale.
Sam and I will pay him a visit.
Deeks, why don't you help Kensi get Albertson's girlfriend squared away? You might want to wear a cup.
So, you met Jim Mullins.
He's a charming guy.
Why'd you go see him? I'm writing a book on the Gun Barrel Party.
One of my areas of research interest is civil disobedience.
The Gun Barrel Party's disobedience was hardly civil.
They liked to stir the pot.
Stir the pot? You're talking bombings and mass murders.
They believed they had the moral high ground which justified their actions, however extreme.
It's the same thing al-Qaeda's selling.
I'm merely explaining their point of view.
Did you talk to Dean Albertson? My understanding is that no one's seen him since the '70s.
Until last night.
He was found stabbed to death.
Really? Do you know what happened? We're working on it.
Well, I'm sure whatever you find will make for a very interesting chapter in my book.
Time for class, Dr.
Hale.
Oh, thank you, David.
Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I have a lecture hall filled with fresh young minds waiting to ignore me and text incessantly.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Why do I feel like everyone we've talked to today knows more than they're saying? What else is new? G, take a look at this.
Occupy rally on campus.
Recognize the tag? I'll send that Eric.
Graffiti belongs to an anarchist group called Red Tide.
LAPD has had trouble with these guys before.
They show up and rampage through otherwise peaceful demonstrations.
Assault, vandalism.
Not unlike the early tactics of the Gun Barrel Party.
Look at this.
"The revolution is not a warm fire in the hearth.
"It's an inferno that consumes the world.
"Today at Glen Forest University, the Gun Barrel Party strikes the match.
" Where'd it come from? Uploaded to an anarchy board via a Wi-Fi server at the university.
Ms.
Blye, Mr.
Deeks, it looks like you're going back to school.
Try this on, Ms.
Blye.
See if it makes you feel like a student again.
Great.
That's fantastic.
What about me? You get to make yourself useful.
Really? We're at this stage in our relationship now? What stage might that be, Deeks? The stage where I just stand around holding your purse.
Does that threaten your manhood? No.
Not unless the purse matches my shoes.
What? Nothing.
Totally secure out here with my man purse.
My murse.
Hetty, what do you, uh, what do you got for me? Am I gonna be a brainiac or a jock or lazy college senior? How about custodial engineer? Ha! Really? I'm a janitor again? Come on! Oh, Mr.
Deeks, don't complain.
It's a noble profession.
And besides, this is the perfect camouflage for you to slip in and out of Professor Hale's office unnoticed.
Also a fantastic way for you to amortize the price of the disguise.
I believe that's called a win-win.
Yeah, for you, maybe.
That's a nice purse, Deeks.
Yeah, it matches your shoes.
The damage from that kick must have been worse than we thought.
It's cute.
Hetty, could I please have a tool belt or something to wear with this? With, like, a belt sander on it? Hey, nice pants.
Guy up ahead is Hale's TA, David.
Copy.
Hey, David.
Yeah.
You are? Uh, Laura.
I am in Dr.
Hale's History 101.
I'm pretty sure I'd remember you.
Aren't there, like, 300 of us in that class? Still.
Okay.
Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you this, 'cause you're the class TA and all, but, um, sometimes I miss classes.
A lot, actually.
Sorry.
When I was an undergrad, there were some classes I only went to on exam day.
Ah.
What's your last name? I'll check you in.
Check me in? Extra credit for coming to this thing.
It's why you're here, right? Yeah, of course.
Duh.
Chomsky.
There it is.
Laura Chomsky.
See? I'm not that memorable.
You're not related to Noam Chomsky? Yeah.
He's my dad's second cousin.
His books changed my life.
They're-they're why I stopped skipping class.
His potato salad changed my life.
Um, it's the reason why I don't eat mayonnaise anymore.
Family reunion, 1995.
Absolutely disgusting.
A day which will live in infamy.
Dr.
Hale hosts some of us once a week at his house.
The discussion gets a lot more interesting than what you hear in class.
It's supposed to be for grad students only, but I'm sure he'd make an exception.
Um, I don't know.
The bar is always well-stocked.
Mm We never serve potato salad.
Done.
Okay, give me your phone.
All right.
Here's my number.
Text me and I'll send you the details.
Great, thanks.
Just don't mention to the professor all the classes you've skipped.
I will not.
Um, speaking of which-- where is Dr.
Hale? Oh, no, he doesn't come to these things.
He gave up on the Occupy Movement.
Why? Well, last year there were hundreds of protesters and now there's what-- 20? Guess Occupy's already over.
Yeah.
Okay, well, um, thank you.
Yeah, thank you.
See you later.
I'll see you there.
All right, I'm in Professor Hale's office.
Wow, looks like this guy and Kensi share a decorator.
All right, let's see what he's not telling us.
Eric, you ready for this? 'Cause it's coming your way.
Oh, yeah.
I-Is this a new computer? Uh Gonna have to go with no on that one.
Why? Uh, there's nothing on it.
That's odd.
See what else you can find.
I'll keep digging literally digging.
Think I probably should've brought a shovel.
I was in that office.
You should've brought a backhoe.
Red Tide? Unless Albert Pujols is having a really bad day.
Red Tide! Red Tide! Hey, hey Turn over.
Put your hands behind your back.
Uh guys? Wee kind of busy, Deeks.
Yeah, but I found something.
Yeah, it better be a smoking gun.
I can do better than that.
I got a ticking bomb.
I got an explosive device.
Dynamite, propane and wires.
You see a timer? No, but it's got a cell phone trigger.
This thing could go at any second.
We got to get people out of that building.
With pleasure.
Bomb squad's on its way.
You get out, too, Deeks.
Copy that, I don't want to leave little Monty Junior, Junior all alone on that future beach by himself.
Let's go, people.
Let's go, now, everybody out-- there's a bomb in the building.
Come on, people, we got to go right now.
We got a bomb in the building-- everybody out! Hey, David said Professor Hale never comes to these rallies.
Well, maybe someone knew that and counted on him being in his office.
Hale's phone is turned off.
Somebody wants him dead.
We'll check his house.
Okay.
The professor's car is still in the driveway.
Maybe this guy poked the wrong hornet's nest.
There's a right hornet's nest? That's a good point.
Whoa.
That was really the wrong hornet's nest.
Maybe I should be a fireman.
Fire's hot.
And they don't firemen shoot guns.
I mean for my daughter's school thing.
Instead of an astronaut.
Kids love firemen.
What did you find out about the bomb in Hale's office? Updated version of the same type used by the Gun Barrel Party.
Eric found a death threat from the GBP on Hale's hard drive.
So Hale's doing research for his book on the GBP, obviously finds something they didn't want found.
Whoever's reviving the group sent Hale a threat, he didn't stop whatever it was he was doing, so they blew him up.
They tried to-- we still don't know for sure if he was in there.
We need to know what Hale found out about the Gun Barrel Party.
Anything else on that hard drive? Eric's still looking.
How does Dean Albertson's murder fit into all this? I wish I knew.
- What do you got, Nell? - Well, it turns out one of the members of Red Tide you busted, he's a grad student of Hale's-- Alan Sanderson.
According to his transcript, Hale gave Alan a "D" last semester.
That's motive to plant a bomb in the professor's desk? When I was a kid if we had a bad teacher, we put a tack on their seat.
This isn't Sanderson's first offense.
Charges predate his suspected involvement with Red Tide.
Assault, drugs, drunk driving.
His parents bailed him out.
His father owns Sanderson Genesis.
It's one of the largest construction companies in Southern California.
Yeah, they just got the contract to build the new football stadium.
So we tracked the serial numbers on the dynamite from the bomb in Hale's office.
It was reported missing from a building site.
Guess what company's working on the construction? Daddy's? Circle takes the square.
Here's the scary part.
We estimate that the bomb in Hale's office and the blast at his house account for only a fraction of the missing explosives.
There's a good chance there are more bombs out there.
Send Sanderson to the boatshed.
Okay.
Sam and I are on our way.
I'll talk to Hale's T.
A.
, find out what he knows.
Deeks, see if Albertson's girlfriend knows Sanderson.
Maybe we can tie him to this.
Uh, or I got a better idea.
I could talk to Sanderson, you can go talk to Leah.
You afraid she's gonna kick you again? Maybe.
I tell you what.
I'll rock, paper, scissors you for it.
Okay.
You ready for this? I'm always ready.
Round two, baby.
Let's do it.
Boom.
Rock beats paper-- I win.
You win? Paper covers rock.
What about your East Coast rules? You said you wanted to play West Coast style.
You I didn't we're Try and do a guy a favor.
Don't hate the player, hate the game.
You do know Art of War is Sam's favorite book, right? It's all part of my master plan.
Don't you worry.
Okay.
Let's go Sun Tzu.
What? I do-- I have a master plan here.
You broke my nose.
You tried to hit me with a Louisville Slugger.
That's police brutality.
Do I look like a cop to you? Does this look like a police station? I want my lawyer.
You want your lawyer? This isn't like all the other times you were in trouble, Al.
Red Tide has been listed by the government as a terrorist organization.
Means you're a threat to national security.
That means you're ours until we say otherwise.
People like you are what makes people like me necessary.
People like him? Does he mean trust fund anarchists? I think he means people who have no idea how much trouble they're in.
Tell us about the bomb in Dr.
Hale's office, Al.
What bomb? So, what kind of cop are you? NCIS-- it's a federal agency.
Have you found Dr.
Hale? Not yet.
Were you guys close? He saved me.
How? My dad was basically murdered a few years ago.
When something like that happens, it can push you to a dark place.
What happened to him? The insurance company denied him a treatment that would've saved his life.
Just so they could make a couple extra dollars profit.
The stuff Dr.
Hale was saying in class started making a whole lot more sense after that.
I talked to him about it and he kind of took me under his wing.
I don't think I could've gotten through it without him.
He was writing a book about the Gun Barrel Party, right? Not that I know of.
I don't recognize him.
Maybe it's the busted nose.
All right, try this.
That's him.
No, I never saw him before, but I know the guy next to him on the right.
He came out to see Dean a few times.
That's Professor Hale.
No, Dean called him, um Johnson.
You're sure? Yeah.
Oliver Johnson was a member of the Gun Barrel Party.
Now, I thought he died years ago.
Well, according to this, Johnson was one of the four members of the GBP who were killed when bombs they were building exploded at the cabin in Oregon.
He could've survived-- I mean, I saw a guy blow himself up at a carnival once-- Human Bomb.
It was almost as cool as this monkey they had riding on the back of a dog.
He had these little chaps, this little vest, cute little hat.
I mean, he was hilarious.
Hmm, maybe not.
No, it was-- they put a clip up on YouTube.
No, no, I mean Johnson's death.
It says here that the hikers came upon the scene and notified authorities weeks after it had happened.
So with the explosion, then the fire, animal scavengers and the natural decomposition, the bodies would be very difficult to identify.
Let me try something.
I'm gonna run age progression software.
Professor Hale is Oliver Johnson.
How did we miss that? Those 40 years took a toll on him.
That and the whole "he died in the '70s" thing.
- Well, there is that.
- And I just got word from crime scene techs.
The professor's body was not in the house.
Human Bomb does it again.
We know Professor Hale is Oliver Johnson.
He getting back into the terrorism business with you and your buddies? The men who founded this country were terrorists, but you call them heroes.
I must've skipped that day in history class where they talked about Thomas Jefferson blowing up innocent people.
Were you there when they talked about John F.
Kennedy? He said, "Those that make peaceful revolution impossible only make violent revolution inevitable.
" Your professor teach you that? Yeah, he taught me a lot of things.
Did he teach you that Kennedy also said, "Only respect for the law makes it possible for free men to dwell together in peace and progress"? Well, he taught me about the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution.
So I think I'll exercise my right to remain silent now.
What do you got, Eric? Looks like our professor might be running again.
All right, go ahead.
His neighbor reported his car stolen.
Police spotted and then lost it in Culver City.
LAPD thinks there's a print center down there that makes fake IDs.
I checked security cam footage from the parking lot.
And it looks like Hale picked one up.
Sending some of the video to your phone.
Where is he now? I'm running a Kaleidoscope search.
All right.
Keep us in the loop.
Will do.
There's your mentor, getting himself a new identity.
He's running away, just like he did 40 years ago.
Leaving you holding the bag.
He'll be sittin' pretty while you rot away at Gitmo.
You can't do that.
Apparently Professor Hale didn't teach you about current events.
You should read the National Defense Authorization Act.
We can do that.
You still want to exercise your right to remain silent? Sanderson said Hale has a storage unit in Hollywood.
I sent you the address.
Checking security cameras.
Well, check it fast.
That's where he keeps the explosives.
Look, according to Sanderson, Hale plans on blowing up a Southern California Fortune 500 company.
The kid didn't know which one.
That makes at least ten to 15 possible targets, but if you factor in satellite offices, it means If we lose him, people die.
Hale is at the storage facility now.
Deeks, you know that thing's full of dynamite, right? I just hope he knows it.
I don't think he's gonna stop.
Freeze! Damn it! Guys, next alley! Roof? Beats going around.
Don't move.
Put 'em up! The Gun Barrel Party is finished.
Looks like Morgan's not the only one retiring today.
I still don't know which one's Morgan.
Let's go.
I wasn't at the cabin when it exploded.
Police found my things at the wreckage and assumed I was dead.
I saw it as an opportunity.
I'd realized that both the generation in charge of this country and my own were lost causes.
I wanted to reach the ones who weren't born yet.
So I got myself a new identity, went back to school and became a history teacher.
What made you decide to get your hands dirty again? I realized that the current generation needed a more direct approach.
Big Business takes over this country while they tweet about the latest episode of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.
So you came out of retirement and recruited Sanderson and his anarchist buddies to help you.
What about Dean Albertson? That was a terrible accident.
I went out to ask him to join us.
I didn't realize his mind was going.
He pulled a knife.
We struggled, he fell on it.
Nothing I could do.
Except let your friend die so that you didn't draw attention to yourself.
But we showed up in your office anyway.
So you faked a death threat, blew things up to cover your tracks as you ran away.
To return and fight another day.
Your fighting days are over.
Maybe.
But I sowed many seeds during those years in the classroom.
Some might yet take root.
There you are, Mr.
Callen.
Hale confessed to the crimes he committed with the Gun Barrel Party.
In addition to the explosives he was carrying, we found photos and blueprints in his car.
Mm.
He was planning an attack, and we have enough to put him away for the rest of his life.
And yet you don't seem entirely satisfied.
It's just something Hale said, about influencing kids.
How much damage could he have done? Did you ever hear of Dietrich Eckart? What, uh Hitler's mentor? Yes.
Eckart's twisted beliefs molded Hitler into the monster he became.
Without him, there might never have been a Holocaust.
That's just it.
Hale taught how many classes, for how many years? Touched the lives of how many students? He had the potential to be the wrong influence at the right moment, for someone at a tipping point.
One nudge from him, and some confused, lonely kid goes down a very dark path.
That may be, but I'd like to think that the opposite is also true.
Hi, David.
Hi.
Just wondering if you wanted to go for coffee, talk? Okay.
Okay.
I'll grab my coat.
A good friend at just the right time Ready? can make all the difference in the world.
Speaking of which, all your friends are just out there, enjoying Mr.
Morgan's retirement party.
A little, um, social interaction wouldn't hurt.
I'm interacting with you.
And when I'm gone? You know, I will retire one of these days, Mr.
Callen, and when I do, I don't want to be thinking about you alone.
He won't be.
He'll be right next to me in the stands at one of those football games.
My man! Thank you.
You're welcome.
That is, if you have time for football games.
Yeah? Because you two will be serving on the cabinet in the Blye-Jones administration.
And somebody's got to help me walk Monty Junior, Junior.
Deeks, you're walking your own dog.
Fair enough.
Wait is that the last piece of cake? Yep.
Mm-hmm.
Uh I'll, uh, rock, paper, scissors you for it.
Oh Okay.
But this time, when I win, you gotta shave your head.
Shave my head? Yeah.
And the eyebrows.
Done.
Ah! Okay.
West Coast rules.
West Coast rules.
I just want you to know that I am gonna be, uh, throwing rock.
You ready? Go.
Ah Rock beats scissors.
A little chocolate cake.
How's it taste? It all right? Mm-hmm.
"All war is based on deception.
" One of the main principles of Sun Tzu.
And when you're dealing with somebody who knows the Art of War as well as you do, I guess the best deception sometimes is just telling the truth.
Who moved the party in here? Wait, Sam, how was the thing at your daughter's school? Oh, yeah.
Were you the, uh, coolest dad? I was the second coolest dad.
Uh, who could impress a bunch of kids more than the father who came dressed as an astronaut? The guy dressed as a Navy SEAL.
We're in the Angeles National Forest, and tonight, we'll try to find one.
I'm Brad Ross, and you're watching Bigfoot Hunters.
Cut.
What was wrong with that one? Give me more.
Less is more.
In cheesy paranormal shows, less is less.
You are not David Attenborough.
I have a degree in biology.
And I used to work on Survivor.
So I guess we're both slumming it.
All right, just do the damn intro again.
Let's get on with it.
I'm freezing my butt off.
The Chumash Indians told tales of large, hairy creatures that roamed What was that? Shh.
Let's find out.
Come on.
Uh, uh, wait.
Hey, over there.
Holy Al-Qaeda has a base on the moon now? My daughter's school is doing a living history book.
All the parents are dressing up as historical figures and talking about their accomplishments.
And you're going as Neil Armstrong.
Nah, Guy Bluford.
First black astronaut in space.
Sorry.
The only black astronaut I know is Lando Calrissian.
This job keeps me too busy to do all the things I'd like with my daughter, so I'm gonna go all out and make her feel special.
Nice.
I want her to think I'm the coolest dad there.
I called in a favor and got a real space suit.
That's a real space suit? Mike Collins wore it.
Mike Who's Mike Collins? First lunar mission.
He's the guy who stayed up in the command module while Armstrong and Aldrin walked on the moon.
You really know your astronauts.
You got to respect a man who takes one for the team like that.
Went 250,000 miles just to wait in the car.
Can I try it on? No, no, no, no, no, I don't want your greasy mop contaminating my nice, clean space helmet.
You're obviously jealous of my beautiful, flowing locks.
Hey, will you sign this? Yeah, of course.
Who's it for? Morgan, he's retiring.
Morgan? Which-which one's Morgan? Um, I don't actually know.
Just sign it and pass it around.
Morgan, you will be missed.
Seems a little disingenuous.
I cannot wait to retire.
You know, you actually got to do some work before you can retire from something, Deeks.
Just gonna sit on that beach with my dog, Monty Junior, Junior.
You know, just checking out the lady birds in their bikinis.
See, you're only young once, but you can be immature forever.
Preach it, sister.
What about you? After my second term as president Your second term? No way she's a one-termer.
No way.
Two terms.
After my second term as president, I am going to retire and run my non-profit.
Oh, yeah? What's your cause? Getting creeps off our nation's beaches.
See, somebody's got to protect those girls in bikinis from leering octogenarians such as Deeks.
I'll see you there.
Sam, what about you? I'm just gonna take it easy, watch my grandkids play football.
What if your grandkids are girls? Under the Blye administration, girls are gonna play football.
They could Don't make a wide receiver joke.
Furthest thing from my mind.
What about you, G? I would never make a wide receiver joke.
Thank you.
Tight end, maybe.
No, retirement plans.
What about your private island? Uh, yeah, I don't think my 401k is gonna pay for a private island.
It's from Morgan's retirement party, and we've got a case.
Is that a real space suit? Yep.
Awesome.
See, children think it's cool.
Told you.
This is footage from a television show called Bigfoot Hunters.
They were filming in the Angeles National Forest last night.
Bigfoot, seriously? He prefers Sasquatch 'cause, uh, Bigfoot's offensive, Don't mock, Mr.
Deeks.
During my second summit up Everest, I was hopelessly lost in a blizzard when I came face-to-face with something that only could have been the legendary yeti.
What happened next? What happened next, Miss Blye, is a story for another day.
Today we're focused on the case at hand.
That is not Bigfoot.
Dean Albertson, he'd been wanted for acts of domestic terrorism since the early '70s.
Albertson was a founding member or the terrorist group called "The GBP.
" GBP? Gun Barrel Party.
Named after something Mao Tse-tung said.
"Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.
" Right on, Mr.
Callen.
The GBP was wanted for a string of bombings which took place up and down the west coast at police stations, courthouses, and military bases.
Several of the members did time on the FBI's Most Wanted list, including Albertson.
His fingerprints were found at the scene of a 1973 explosion at Naval Base San Diego.
Killed three sailors.
Albertson hadn't been heard from since.
Any reason to think his death is connected to his former activities? Well, we found this.
It's a manifesto claiming that the Gun Barrel Party plans to, quote, "reemerge from the shadows to attack institutions "of American injustice and fire the first shots in a revolution that will bring about our own Arab Spring.
" So, if the GBP is coming back, it's a Matter of national security.
It certainly is, Mr.
Hanna.
It certainly is.
The manifesto was posted from a coffee shop in the Valley, so it could've been anyone on their Wi-Fi.
If the Gun Barrel Party is thinking about making a comeback, it's not gonna be easy to put the band back together.
So there were eight members of their group.
Albertson died last night.
Flatt went down in a shootout with police 20 years ago.
Franklin, he died of cancer in the '90s.
And these four all died when bombs they were making exploded at a cabin in Oregon.
Okay, so this guy's the only one left.
So he's our number one suspect.
Not quite.
Jim Mullins is serving life at Oakville for killing two people during a bank robbery in 1979.
Well, we got to start somewhere.
All right, Sam and I will go visit Mullins, see what he knows.
Kensi, Deeks, why don't you check out the crime scene? See if LAPD missed anything.
All right, I'll get my hiking boots.
Um, see, no.
See, this is this is not cool.
What's the problem, Deeks? Crime scene's out in the middle of the woods.
You know how I feel about the woods.
You want to go to a prison? Uh, actually, yeah.
Okay, I'll play you rock, paper, scissors for it.
Seriously? Why not? All right, ready? Boom! Kensi, put on your prison shoes, 'cause we're going to prison.
Why are you celebrating? Paper beats rock.
Paper beats rock? Rock tears paper.
Since when? Since always.
That's not how we played it.
Well, you were raised out here.
I play East Coast rules.
East Coast rules? Yeah, step your game up.
Don't be a sore loser, Deeks.
All right, have fun at prison.
East Coast rules, really? Don't worry, it's all part of my plan.
What plan? Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance.
This was you pretending inferiority? That's classic Sun Tzu.
Since when do you read Sun Tzu? Since Hetty gave me The Art of War for Christmas.
Hetty also gave me an ancient textbook for Christmas.
She did? What'd she give you? I'm not gonna tell you.
She gave you Kama Sutra, didn't she? Come on, was it Kama Sutra? Are you serious? Please tell me it's Kama Sutra.
Maybe we should start a book club, just you and I.
Okay, so Albertson fell here.
What was he doing? Hiking? Nothing good happens this deep in the woods.
Out here, it's nothing but banjo-playing rednecks and mass murderers in hockey masks.
Well, according to the coroner's report that Eric sent, the cause of death was a heart attack.
So the knife didn't kill him? Maybe he heard banjo music and died of fright.
No, the knife did do it, it just took a while.
It turns out the blade missed all the important stuff and nicked the pericardium.
Pericardium-- look at you.
Triple word score.
The blood filled the sack around the heart.
Eventually pressure caused cardiac arrest.
Ouch.
Yeah, that would explain why there's no blood on the ground and no splatter leading in.
So this guy could have been walking for miles, just looking for help.
What do you got there, Pocahontas? Albertson came from there.
Came from what? Where? Where are you going? I am backtracking.
Finding out where he came from.
How can you even see his trail? I am at one with nature.
Yeah, no, I'm one with nature.
Oh! Oh, my God.
Oh, come on! People who are at one with nature do not step in number two.
That is so gross, and this is so huge.
Maybe there is Bigfoot out here, 'cause I think I just stepped in his poo.
No, it is not a Bigfoot.
That belongs to a black bear.
Wow, you really know your poo.
Wait, are there really bears out here? And mountain lions.
See, this is why I don't leave the city.
Kens? Kensi! All right.
Open 3.
Sit down.
Well, it's been a while since I had a couple pigs visit me.
Clearly, since no one's used the word "pig" since 1978.
Old friend of yours, Dean Albertson, turned up last night with a knife sticking out of his chest.
Well, I'm pretty sure I got a good alibi.
Me, too.
But an online manifesto claims your former terrorist organization's making a comeback.
Maybe as a charter member, they'll give me a break on the dues.
You have anything to do with it? What little computer time I do get here is pretty closely monitored.
You check with Big Brother.
You have any idea where Dean Albertson's been all these years? Who might want to kill him? You don't seem too broken up about it.
How many lives have you taken? What? You're a soldier.
I can smell it on you.
How many lives have you taken? I prefer to think about the lives I've saved.
Me, too.
You murdered two security guards.
Casualties of war.
War? It was a bank robbery.
No, an expropriation.
I was stealing money from the enemy government.
Keep telling yourself that.
Look, somebody stabs and old buddy of yours, and they may be using the Gun Barrel Party's name for their own purposes.
I'd think you'd want to be a part of this investigation.
Albertson stopped being a buddy of mine the day he deserted the cause.
As far as the GBP's resurrection goes, I got a feeling it's in pretty good hands.
So if you have more questions, ask my lawyer.
We're through here.
Open it up.
He knows something.
Guy's got life without parole.
We don't have any leverage on him.
Somebody reached out to him.
Such a pleasant guy, I can't imagine why they wouldn't have.
Eric.
G.
Get me a list of Mullins' recent visitors.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Thanks.
Albertson was seriously out here.
There isn't anything for miles.
Yeah, this place could really use a sushi bar or a mini mall, like a movie theater.
Or a cabin.
I was thinking more of a sushi bar, you know what I mean? A little slice of salmon, but whatever tickles your pickle.
No, dummy.
Cabin.
Right.
Now I see it.
Wait.
"Tickles your pickle"? I wast trying it out.
What do you think? I think it's inappropriate.
I think it's strong to moderately strong.
So, what does Sun Tzu say about breaking in doors? He says, "Left side, safe.
"Right side, safe.
Middle, squished like a grape.
" I'm pretty sure that's not Sun Tzu.
That's Karate Kid.
It's still damn good advice.
Ready? One, two, three.
Federal agents! This is nicer than your apartment.
Cleaner, too.
What?! "What?" You have a point.
I happen to like my stuff.
That's what the hoarders say.
I'll tell you one thing, Albertson was definitely living here.
And I don't think he was alone.
Could have been a cross-dresser.
What? Never judge a man till you walk a mile in his pumps.
Oh, I don't think so.
Hey! Federal agent! Federal agent! Stop! Get down! Uh, good, good, you got her.
Hold still! I'm coming.
I just ah Give me your hands.
How you feeling, buddy? That is a stupid question.
Looks like she tickled your pickle.
That's, uh, that's clever.
Yeah? How you doing? What are you looking at? No! Young girl.
He was pronounced dead at the scene.
I'm sorry.
I just need a minute.
Of course.
Take your time.
Leah Dewhurst, 52 years old, no permanent address.
She was arrested on shoplifting and drug charges a few times, but nothing violent.
Anything in there about her being a former Rockette or a placekicker for the Giants? That's right.
Laugh it up.
Mock my trauma.
You heard it.
She was Albertson's girlfriend, and she had no idea that he had died until I told her.
You believe her? Yeah, I do.
Here you go.
I shouldn't have left him.
Where did you go? Into town for supplies.
He wasn't feeling good, so I went alone.
It's a long trip.
And I spent the night at the shelter.
Which one? The Santa Clarita Women's Center.
Nell, did you get that? Checking.
Who would have wanted Albertson dead? Leah, we know his past.
Then you tell me.
He wouldn't talk about it.
The Dean Albertson I knew was a sweet man.
Whatever he did back then was all behind him.
Yep, her story checks out.
She was at the shelter during the time the coroner says Albertson was killed.
So, we're back to square one.
Maybe not.
I talked to Oakville Prison.
Mullins had two visitors recently.
One was his sister, who lives in Ohio.
The other was a Glen Forest University history professor, Dr.
Roy Hale.
Sam and I will pay him a visit.
Deeks, why don't you help Kensi get Albertson's girlfriend squared away? You might want to wear a cup.
So, you met Jim Mullins.
He's a charming guy.
Why'd you go see him? I'm writing a book on the Gun Barrel Party.
One of my areas of research interest is civil disobedience.
The Gun Barrel Party's disobedience was hardly civil.
They liked to stir the pot.
Stir the pot? You're talking bombings and mass murders.
They believed they had the moral high ground which justified their actions, however extreme.
It's the same thing al-Qaeda's selling.
I'm merely explaining their point of view.
Did you talk to Dean Albertson? My understanding is that no one's seen him since the '70s.
Until last night.
He was found stabbed to death.
Really? Do you know what happened? We're working on it.
Well, I'm sure whatever you find will make for a very interesting chapter in my book.
Time for class, Dr.
Hale.
Oh, thank you, David.
Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I have a lecture hall filled with fresh young minds waiting to ignore me and text incessantly.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Why do I feel like everyone we've talked to today knows more than they're saying? What else is new? G, take a look at this.
Occupy rally on campus.
Recognize the tag? I'll send that Eric.
Graffiti belongs to an anarchist group called Red Tide.
LAPD has had trouble with these guys before.
They show up and rampage through otherwise peaceful demonstrations.
Assault, vandalism.
Not unlike the early tactics of the Gun Barrel Party.
Look at this.
"The revolution is not a warm fire in the hearth.
"It's an inferno that consumes the world.
"Today at Glen Forest University, the Gun Barrel Party strikes the match.
" Where'd it come from? Uploaded to an anarchy board via a Wi-Fi server at the university.
Ms.
Blye, Mr.
Deeks, it looks like you're going back to school.
Try this on, Ms.
Blye.
See if it makes you feel like a student again.
Great.
That's fantastic.
What about me? You get to make yourself useful.
Really? We're at this stage in our relationship now? What stage might that be, Deeks? The stage where I just stand around holding your purse.
Does that threaten your manhood? No.
Not unless the purse matches my shoes.
What? Nothing.
Totally secure out here with my man purse.
My murse.
Hetty, what do you, uh, what do you got for me? Am I gonna be a brainiac or a jock or lazy college senior? How about custodial engineer? Ha! Really? I'm a janitor again? Come on! Oh, Mr.
Deeks, don't complain.
It's a noble profession.
And besides, this is the perfect camouflage for you to slip in and out of Professor Hale's office unnoticed.
Also a fantastic way for you to amortize the price of the disguise.
I believe that's called a win-win.
Yeah, for you, maybe.
That's a nice purse, Deeks.
Yeah, it matches your shoes.
The damage from that kick must have been worse than we thought.
It's cute.
Hetty, could I please have a tool belt or something to wear with this? With, like, a belt sander on it? Hey, nice pants.
Guy up ahead is Hale's TA, David.
Copy.
Hey, David.
Yeah.
You are? Uh, Laura.
I am in Dr.
Hale's History 101.
I'm pretty sure I'd remember you.
Aren't there, like, 300 of us in that class? Still.
Okay.
Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you this, 'cause you're the class TA and all, but, um, sometimes I miss classes.
A lot, actually.
Sorry.
When I was an undergrad, there were some classes I only went to on exam day.
Ah.
What's your last name? I'll check you in.
Check me in? Extra credit for coming to this thing.
It's why you're here, right? Yeah, of course.
Duh.
Chomsky.
There it is.
Laura Chomsky.
See? I'm not that memorable.
You're not related to Noam Chomsky? Yeah.
He's my dad's second cousin.
His books changed my life.
They're-they're why I stopped skipping class.
His potato salad changed my life.
Um, it's the reason why I don't eat mayonnaise anymore.
Family reunion, 1995.
Absolutely disgusting.
A day which will live in infamy.
Dr.
Hale hosts some of us once a week at his house.
The discussion gets a lot more interesting than what you hear in class.
It's supposed to be for grad students only, but I'm sure he'd make an exception.
Um, I don't know.
The bar is always well-stocked.
Mm We never serve potato salad.
Done.
Okay, give me your phone.
All right.
Here's my number.
Text me and I'll send you the details.
Great, thanks.
Just don't mention to the professor all the classes you've skipped.
I will not.
Um, speaking of which-- where is Dr.
Hale? Oh, no, he doesn't come to these things.
He gave up on the Occupy Movement.
Why? Well, last year there were hundreds of protesters and now there's what-- 20? Guess Occupy's already over.
Yeah.
Okay, well, um, thank you.
Yeah, thank you.
See you later.
I'll see you there.
All right, I'm in Professor Hale's office.
Wow, looks like this guy and Kensi share a decorator.
All right, let's see what he's not telling us.
Eric, you ready for this? 'Cause it's coming your way.
Oh, yeah.
I-Is this a new computer? Uh Gonna have to go with no on that one.
Why? Uh, there's nothing on it.
That's odd.
See what else you can find.
I'll keep digging literally digging.
Think I probably should've brought a shovel.
I was in that office.
You should've brought a backhoe.
Red Tide? Unless Albert Pujols is having a really bad day.
Red Tide! Red Tide! Hey, hey Turn over.
Put your hands behind your back.
Uh guys? Wee kind of busy, Deeks.
Yeah, but I found something.
Yeah, it better be a smoking gun.
I can do better than that.
I got a ticking bomb.
I got an explosive device.
Dynamite, propane and wires.
You see a timer? No, but it's got a cell phone trigger.
This thing could go at any second.
We got to get people out of that building.
With pleasure.
Bomb squad's on its way.
You get out, too, Deeks.
Copy that, I don't want to leave little Monty Junior, Junior all alone on that future beach by himself.
Let's go, people.
Let's go, now, everybody out-- there's a bomb in the building.
Come on, people, we got to go right now.
We got a bomb in the building-- everybody out! Hey, David said Professor Hale never comes to these rallies.
Well, maybe someone knew that and counted on him being in his office.
Hale's phone is turned off.
Somebody wants him dead.
We'll check his house.
Okay.
The professor's car is still in the driveway.
Maybe this guy poked the wrong hornet's nest.
There's a right hornet's nest? That's a good point.
Whoa.
That was really the wrong hornet's nest.
Maybe I should be a fireman.
Fire's hot.
And they don't firemen shoot guns.
I mean for my daughter's school thing.
Instead of an astronaut.
Kids love firemen.
What did you find out about the bomb in Hale's office? Updated version of the same type used by the Gun Barrel Party.
Eric found a death threat from the GBP on Hale's hard drive.
So Hale's doing research for his book on the GBP, obviously finds something they didn't want found.
Whoever's reviving the group sent Hale a threat, he didn't stop whatever it was he was doing, so they blew him up.
They tried to-- we still don't know for sure if he was in there.
We need to know what Hale found out about the Gun Barrel Party.
Anything else on that hard drive? Eric's still looking.
How does Dean Albertson's murder fit into all this? I wish I knew.
- What do you got, Nell? - Well, it turns out one of the members of Red Tide you busted, he's a grad student of Hale's-- Alan Sanderson.
According to his transcript, Hale gave Alan a "D" last semester.
That's motive to plant a bomb in the professor's desk? When I was a kid if we had a bad teacher, we put a tack on their seat.
This isn't Sanderson's first offense.
Charges predate his suspected involvement with Red Tide.
Assault, drugs, drunk driving.
His parents bailed him out.
His father owns Sanderson Genesis.
It's one of the largest construction companies in Southern California.
Yeah, they just got the contract to build the new football stadium.
So we tracked the serial numbers on the dynamite from the bomb in Hale's office.
It was reported missing from a building site.
Guess what company's working on the construction? Daddy's? Circle takes the square.
Here's the scary part.
We estimate that the bomb in Hale's office and the blast at his house account for only a fraction of the missing explosives.
There's a good chance there are more bombs out there.
Send Sanderson to the boatshed.
Okay.
Sam and I are on our way.
I'll talk to Hale's T.
A.
, find out what he knows.
Deeks, see if Albertson's girlfriend knows Sanderson.
Maybe we can tie him to this.
Uh, or I got a better idea.
I could talk to Sanderson, you can go talk to Leah.
You afraid she's gonna kick you again? Maybe.
I tell you what.
I'll rock, paper, scissors you for it.
Okay.
You ready for this? I'm always ready.
Round two, baby.
Let's do it.
Boom.
Rock beats paper-- I win.
You win? Paper covers rock.
What about your East Coast rules? You said you wanted to play West Coast style.
You I didn't we're Try and do a guy a favor.
Don't hate the player, hate the game.
You do know Art of War is Sam's favorite book, right? It's all part of my master plan.
Don't you worry.
Okay.
Let's go Sun Tzu.
What? I do-- I have a master plan here.
You broke my nose.
You tried to hit me with a Louisville Slugger.
That's police brutality.
Do I look like a cop to you? Does this look like a police station? I want my lawyer.
You want your lawyer? This isn't like all the other times you were in trouble, Al.
Red Tide has been listed by the government as a terrorist organization.
Means you're a threat to national security.
That means you're ours until we say otherwise.
People like you are what makes people like me necessary.
People like him? Does he mean trust fund anarchists? I think he means people who have no idea how much trouble they're in.
Tell us about the bomb in Dr.
Hale's office, Al.
What bomb? So, what kind of cop are you? NCIS-- it's a federal agency.
Have you found Dr.
Hale? Not yet.
Were you guys close? He saved me.
How? My dad was basically murdered a few years ago.
When something like that happens, it can push you to a dark place.
What happened to him? The insurance company denied him a treatment that would've saved his life.
Just so they could make a couple extra dollars profit.
The stuff Dr.
Hale was saying in class started making a whole lot more sense after that.
I talked to him about it and he kind of took me under his wing.
I don't think I could've gotten through it without him.
He was writing a book about the Gun Barrel Party, right? Not that I know of.
I don't recognize him.
Maybe it's the busted nose.
All right, try this.
That's him.
No, I never saw him before, but I know the guy next to him on the right.
He came out to see Dean a few times.
That's Professor Hale.
No, Dean called him, um Johnson.
You're sure? Yeah.
Oliver Johnson was a member of the Gun Barrel Party.
Now, I thought he died years ago.
Well, according to this, Johnson was one of the four members of the GBP who were killed when bombs they were building exploded at the cabin in Oregon.
He could've survived-- I mean, I saw a guy blow himself up at a carnival once-- Human Bomb.
It was almost as cool as this monkey they had riding on the back of a dog.
He had these little chaps, this little vest, cute little hat.
I mean, he was hilarious.
Hmm, maybe not.
No, it was-- they put a clip up on YouTube.
No, no, I mean Johnson's death.
It says here that the hikers came upon the scene and notified authorities weeks after it had happened.
So with the explosion, then the fire, animal scavengers and the natural decomposition, the bodies would be very difficult to identify.
Let me try something.
I'm gonna run age progression software.
Professor Hale is Oliver Johnson.
How did we miss that? Those 40 years took a toll on him.
That and the whole "he died in the '70s" thing.
- Well, there is that.
- And I just got word from crime scene techs.
The professor's body was not in the house.
Human Bomb does it again.
We know Professor Hale is Oliver Johnson.
He getting back into the terrorism business with you and your buddies? The men who founded this country were terrorists, but you call them heroes.
I must've skipped that day in history class where they talked about Thomas Jefferson blowing up innocent people.
Were you there when they talked about John F.
Kennedy? He said, "Those that make peaceful revolution impossible only make violent revolution inevitable.
" Your professor teach you that? Yeah, he taught me a lot of things.
Did he teach you that Kennedy also said, "Only respect for the law makes it possible for free men to dwell together in peace and progress"? Well, he taught me about the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution.
So I think I'll exercise my right to remain silent now.
What do you got, Eric? Looks like our professor might be running again.
All right, go ahead.
His neighbor reported his car stolen.
Police spotted and then lost it in Culver City.
LAPD thinks there's a print center down there that makes fake IDs.
I checked security cam footage from the parking lot.
And it looks like Hale picked one up.
Sending some of the video to your phone.
Where is he now? I'm running a Kaleidoscope search.
All right.
Keep us in the loop.
Will do.
There's your mentor, getting himself a new identity.
He's running away, just like he did 40 years ago.
Leaving you holding the bag.
He'll be sittin' pretty while you rot away at Gitmo.
You can't do that.
Apparently Professor Hale didn't teach you about current events.
You should read the National Defense Authorization Act.
We can do that.
You still want to exercise your right to remain silent? Sanderson said Hale has a storage unit in Hollywood.
I sent you the address.
Checking security cameras.
Well, check it fast.
That's where he keeps the explosives.
Look, according to Sanderson, Hale plans on blowing up a Southern California Fortune 500 company.
The kid didn't know which one.
That makes at least ten to 15 possible targets, but if you factor in satellite offices, it means If we lose him, people die.
Hale is at the storage facility now.
Deeks, you know that thing's full of dynamite, right? I just hope he knows it.
I don't think he's gonna stop.
Freeze! Damn it! Guys, next alley! Roof? Beats going around.
Don't move.
Put 'em up! The Gun Barrel Party is finished.
Looks like Morgan's not the only one retiring today.
I still don't know which one's Morgan.
Let's go.
I wasn't at the cabin when it exploded.
Police found my things at the wreckage and assumed I was dead.
I saw it as an opportunity.
I'd realized that both the generation in charge of this country and my own were lost causes.
I wanted to reach the ones who weren't born yet.
So I got myself a new identity, went back to school and became a history teacher.
What made you decide to get your hands dirty again? I realized that the current generation needed a more direct approach.
Big Business takes over this country while they tweet about the latest episode of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.
So you came out of retirement and recruited Sanderson and his anarchist buddies to help you.
What about Dean Albertson? That was a terrible accident.
I went out to ask him to join us.
I didn't realize his mind was going.
He pulled a knife.
We struggled, he fell on it.
Nothing I could do.
Except let your friend die so that you didn't draw attention to yourself.
But we showed up in your office anyway.
So you faked a death threat, blew things up to cover your tracks as you ran away.
To return and fight another day.
Your fighting days are over.
Maybe.
But I sowed many seeds during those years in the classroom.
Some might yet take root.
There you are, Mr.
Callen.
Hale confessed to the crimes he committed with the Gun Barrel Party.
In addition to the explosives he was carrying, we found photos and blueprints in his car.
Mm.
He was planning an attack, and we have enough to put him away for the rest of his life.
And yet you don't seem entirely satisfied.
It's just something Hale said, about influencing kids.
How much damage could he have done? Did you ever hear of Dietrich Eckart? What, uh Hitler's mentor? Yes.
Eckart's twisted beliefs molded Hitler into the monster he became.
Without him, there might never have been a Holocaust.
That's just it.
Hale taught how many classes, for how many years? Touched the lives of how many students? He had the potential to be the wrong influence at the right moment, for someone at a tipping point.
One nudge from him, and some confused, lonely kid goes down a very dark path.
That may be, but I'd like to think that the opposite is also true.
Hi, David.
Hi.
Just wondering if you wanted to go for coffee, talk? Okay.
Okay.
I'll grab my coat.
A good friend at just the right time Ready? can make all the difference in the world.
Speaking of which, all your friends are just out there, enjoying Mr.
Morgan's retirement party.
A little, um, social interaction wouldn't hurt.
I'm interacting with you.
And when I'm gone? You know, I will retire one of these days, Mr.
Callen, and when I do, I don't want to be thinking about you alone.
He won't be.
He'll be right next to me in the stands at one of those football games.
My man! Thank you.
You're welcome.
That is, if you have time for football games.
Yeah? Because you two will be serving on the cabinet in the Blye-Jones administration.
And somebody's got to help me walk Monty Junior, Junior.
Deeks, you're walking your own dog.
Fair enough.
Wait is that the last piece of cake? Yep.
Mm-hmm.
Uh I'll, uh, rock, paper, scissors you for it.
Oh Okay.
But this time, when I win, you gotta shave your head.
Shave my head? Yeah.
And the eyebrows.
Done.
Ah! Okay.
West Coast rules.
West Coast rules.
I just want you to know that I am gonna be, uh, throwing rock.
You ready? Go.
Ah Rock beats scissors.
A little chocolate cake.
How's it taste? It all right? Mm-hmm.
"All war is based on deception.
" One of the main principles of Sun Tzu.
And when you're dealing with somebody who knows the Art of War as well as you do, I guess the best deception sometimes is just telling the truth.
Who moved the party in here? Wait, Sam, how was the thing at your daughter's school? Oh, yeah.
Were you the, uh, coolest dad? I was the second coolest dad.
Uh, who could impress a bunch of kids more than the father who came dressed as an astronaut? The guy dressed as a Navy SEAL.